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  • March 27, 2017

    Spring Has Sprung

    THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN THE SPRING                         (photo by George Lee Cunningham)

    In case you hadn’t noticed, winter ended last week and spring began. The snow is melting off the mountain tops, the wildflowers are in bloom, and the members of the animal kingdom – including we humans – are feeling a little randy. It’s a lovely time of the year, although I have to admit to feeling a bit sad about winter slipping away so quietly.

    The garden section at Home Depot is crowded with people buying tomato, jalapeno, and basil plants for their backyard vegetable gardens, and roses, daffodils, and petunias for their front yard flower beds. Soon, the last of the mountain snow will be gone, the wildflowers will begin to droop in the sun, the kids will get out of school, and summer will be upon us with its oppressive heat, high electric bills, and sweaty armpits. But that’s not for another few weeks yet.

    We all have our annual rituals, and Mother Nature is no exception. Suffice to say, this is a lovely time of the year, and aren’t we all lucky to be here to enjoy it?

    – George Lee Cunningham

  • Lyrics, Poetry and Prose VI

    A place to share some words of beauty, inspiration, and fun. This week we feature some well-known verses about smoking cigarettes – which nowadays is no longer politically correct. Click on the name of the piece to get a video or more information. You have some favorites? Please share…

    Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette
    Puff! Puff! Puff!
    And if you puff yourself to death,
    Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate,
    That you hate to make him wait,
    But you got to have another cigarette.

    Smoke Smoke Smoke that Cigarette Singer: Phil Harris, Writers: Tex Williams, Merle Travis

    Here we are out of cigarettes
    Holding hands and yawning
    Look how late it gets
    Two sleepy people by dawn’s early light
    And too much in love to say goodnight

    Two Sleepy People Singer: Dean Martin; Writers: Hoagy Carmichael, Frank Loesser

    Two cigarettes in an ashtray
    My love and I, in a small cafe
    Then a stranger came along
    And everything went wrong
    Now there’s three cigarettes in the ashtray

    Three Cigarettes in an Ashtray Singer: Patsy Cline; Writers: Eddie Miller, W Stevenson, W S Stevenson

  • March 21, 2017

    As a Rule – I Don’t Like Rules

    LIVE FREE OR MOVE

    I hate rules. I understand why there are rules, I understand that without some kind of rules there would be social chaos. I understand that if we want civilization to function, we have to have rules.

    But none of that means I have to like them.

    Do you know who does like rules? Canadians, that’s who. And the Swedes. The Swedes like rules even more than the Canadians. I know what you’re thinking. Canada and Sweden are always being held up as countries that have it all together – much more advanced then we are here in the United States of America. Baloney.

    You’re probably also thinking, you can’t just take a whole population, millions of people, and stigmatize them with a board brush. I admit that you’re right. There are some Canadians and some Swedes who hate rules as much as I do.

    Those folks need to get the heck out of Canada and Sweden and move to the U.S., buy themselves some guns, start cheating on their taxes, and driving over the speed limit. Welcome to America.

    I once worked with a Canadian who had migrated over the border and got a job in the United States. He believed that the rules were the rules. He said if he was driving someplace in the middle of the night with no traffic to be seen, and he came to a traffic light that was red, he would stop and wait for it to turn green, even if he was 100 percent certain there were no cops in the area. Why? Because it was the rule.

    That’s just crazy. I remember a story out of Omaha, where a motorist complained to cops that he was sitting at a traffic light late at night when a couple of guys on  motorcycles drove up, took out chains and beat on his car and broke out his windows. Why didn’t he just drive away? Because, he explained to the cops, the light was red.

    A guy like that should move to Canada and maybe even Sweden if he doesn’t mind the high taxes.

    The crazy thing about Sweden is that these guys used to be Vikings – warriors and raiders, who killed, looted, ransacked and ravaged. How they got to be a society of tax-paying, rule-following, politically correct yahoos is anybody’s guess.

    Now, the closest I’ve ever been to Sweden is watching episodes of Wallander on soon-to-be-defunct PBS. The main character, Inspector Kurt Wallander, is a sensitive, soul-searching detective who runs around solving crimes and agonizing over just about everything that goes wrong in the world. The scenery is spectacular, the main character, kind of pathetic.

    I ended up wanting to slap his face and tell him that if he wants to be a cop, he has to toughen up and start acting like one. Start shooting people who need to be shot, beating up people who need to be beaten, and making love to beautiful women without feeling guilty about it.

    Now you’ve got a show.

    – George Lee Cunningham

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  • The Wasteland Spreads

    NEWTON NORMAN MINOW

    “When television is good, nothing — not the theater, not the magazines or newspapers — nothing is better. But when television is bad, nothing is worse. I invite each of you to sit down in front of your television set when your station goes on the air and stay there for a day without a book, without a magazine, without a newspaper, without a profit and loss sheet or a rating book to distract you. Keep your eyes glued to that set until the station signs off. I can assure you that what you will observe is a vast wasteland.”

    On May 9, 1961, when Federal Communications Commission Chairman Newton Norman Minow said that in a speech to the National Association of Broadcasters, it made a lot of people angry. Because when you criticize what people come home, sit on the couch, and enjoy every night, you’re really criticizing them. In truth, Minow was an elitist, who was saying to the great unwashed masses, if you enjoy this, it just proves how stupid you are.

    Kind of like what Hillary Clinton said to the deplorables.

    People were not happy with Minow over that speech. Author Ayn Rand criticized Minow for using his government position in an attempt to censor and influence what people watch. And the producers of Gilligan’s Island named the boat that left on a three-hour tour and never returned the S.S. Minnow in a sarcastic tribute to the man. Despite all the controversy over his speech, Minow’s description of a “vast wasteland” became a term that is still remembered more than 55 years later. And since that time the “wasteland” has grown even bigger.

    S.S. MINNOW

    I would say that if Minow weren’t alive today, he would be spinning in his grave, but the truth is, he is still alive – 91-years-old – and still practicing law. And half-a-century later, the wasteland is bigger than ever.

    Minow was a politically savvy political operative before he became FCC chairman. He worked on both unsuccessful presidential campaigns of Illinois Governor Adlai Stevenson in 1952 and 1956, then later on the successful 1960 campaign to elect President John. F. Kennedy president. Kennedy appointed him to lead the FCC.

    Minow also backed Barrack Obama when he ran for president in 2008. In fact, it was Minow who hired Obama back in 1988 to work as a summer associate at Minow’s firm, Sidley Austin LLP. And that’s where Obama met his future wife, Michelle Robinson.

    I think Minow was right about television. It does cater to the lowest-common-denominator. And the more it does so, the lower the lowest common denominator gets. Now you have shows that feature people of all races and backgrounds, behaving badly and becoming semi-famous for it. And as the lowest common denominator sinks ever lower, society in general follows it down.

    We live in mean-spirited times, and I do give TV credit for much of that.

    On the other hand, you always have people like Minow going around, telling other people what they should and should not like. What they should read, what they should watch, and how they should feel about things. That’s fine for a private citizen, but when the government starts deciding what people should like and not like, it is overstepping its bounds.

    I do think Minow was right about television. But I also think he probably should have just minded his own darn business.

    — George Lee Cunningham

  • Lyrics, Poetry and Prose V

    A place to share some words of beauty, inspiration, and fun. This week we are sharing some of our favorite versions of well-known songs about love and booze. Click on the name of the piece to get a video or more information. You have some favorites? Please share…

    The seat of my pants is slick from my barstool, And my hand’s in the shape of a glass
    My eyes look like a road-map of Georgia, And it’s a shame I’ve lost my class
    One broken heart can do strange things. To a fellow who can’t take pain
    But in this hundred proof condition, I’m in no position to take her back again

    Sorrow on the Rocks artist Porter Wagoner

    Scotch and soda, mud in your eye,
    Baby do I feel high?
    Oh me, oh my, Do I feel high?
    Dry martini, Jigger of gin,
    Oh, what a spell you’ve got me in,
    Oh my, Do I feel High

    Scotch and Soda artists The Kingston Trio

    But here I am again mixing misery and gin
    Sitting with all my friends and talking to myself.
    I look like I’m having a good time but any fool can tell
    That this honky-tonk heaven really makes you feel, like hell

    Misery and Gin Singer Merle Haggard, Writers John Robert Durrill, Snuff Garrett